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Welcome to DPD!The DPD Project is a thematic mix-CD project created by music geeks and best friends Chris Diamond, Chris Prokop, and Michael Darpino. Each CD in the project has a theme that ties the songs on it together. For every theme we each pick five songs that we feel best represent it. The collected fifteen songs are then mixed together in alternating order based on our last names. The songs that end up on DPD are meant to be the very best songs for their particular theme. We write liner notes for each song to explain why we picked it for that theme. The project has grown into a sort of musical memoir over the years since music has been and still is such a huge part of our lives. Most Recent Discs:
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Random DPD Pick:Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head by: They Might Be Giants from: They Might Be Giants Picked By: prokop For: DPD: 066 - Dedications Squiggly, Squid, and the Snur Eric, Max and I spent a low of time together growing up in our younger, formative period, elementary and junior high hchool years. What I have since dubbed 'the weird' years. We were messed up kids. Not in the do too many drugs, (actually we didn't do any at all), not in the 'run away from home', or put metal bars through our cheeks kind of ways. We were just far off kilter. We all watched way too much Monty Python from a very early age, and it just warped our freaking minds. I'm sure growing up in the cultural hub of Emmaus PA didn't help either. We were just too smart for our own good. When we tired of blowing stuff up, we played wacky video games on the Commodore 64. We made programs that would generate random lettered words and speak them. We would do this for hours, just laughing at incongruous word formations, while the other junior high kids would be, well, watching TV, doing their homework, or maybe blowing more shit up. This seriously affected our high school years. It took a long time to recover. We did finally manage to learn to socialize, but would easily relapse. One day, Eric found TMBG at the local record shop. It was still their first and only release. It's a messed up cover, in the same kind of way we were messed up. It was 1986, and this was very out of place. Not so funny now, but then, we just had to have it. And it rocked our world. Who were these other freaks that sing about puppet heads, chess piece faces, and other non meaningful dementia? We played this album a lot. Almost too much. We actually drove to Trenton NJ to see them and get autographs. John signed a Hotel Detective 12" for me, and the other John signed Erics shoe. Yes, his shoe. So he returned from where he went so antelops could read; And found he was a clever gent while trying not to bleed. In nasel tones he did yell to a man in red and white; Italian pizzas I do sell, as Czechs did bounce all night. excerpt from "The Snur and the Globbeling Mythmaster (An Autobiography)" |